enjoy.

Isn't it funny how you feel as if you are moving so slowly - yet you are speeding through the air faster then you will ever realize. As I look out my small double glassed window, dirtied by the outside world and cool to the touch, I see the planes wing extending out into the jewel blue sky and white cotton clouds. With the deep carribean blue sea below me and the light sky blue above me, it feels as if I am in a dream - nothing but a majestic rainbow of blues and whites before me. I can hear the heavy, vibrating hum of the wing's engine next to me. It's comforting, in it's own way, easing my anxious heart that the plane is indeed functioning how it should.

As I peer out this window, I'm struck by the mystery of it all. Watching the plane's wing move seemingly slowly across the blue horizon...it feels like we are inching along. Yet, the rumble of the engine tells me otherwise. In fact, we are crossing thousands upon thousands of miles in mere hours. I don't think I will ever experience something that moves as quickly as this intricate piece of metal, sailing through the air.

Life passes this same way, it seems. Always. No matter what stage of life we find ourselves in - the idea that "days pass slowly and years pass quickly" rings true to all ears - no matter our age or job description or marital status or address.

There is this quote a read a while back - Mary Oliver's words have stuck to my heart:

"When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement; I was a bridgegroom, taking the world in my arms. When it's over, I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular & real. I don't want to find myself sighing or frightened or full or argument. I don't want to end up having just visited this world." 

My days are passing slowly yet in the midst of the slowness, they are passing more quickly then I could ever dream or imagine. Isn't this true for all of us? And with realizing this discovery { or perhaps simply accepting this thing that we've known all along } the bigger, more challenging question is: What will I do with it? How does one respond to this type of tension? I wish I had an answer that was deep and inspiring and life changing. But the more I ponder this question, one word seems to echo itself inside my head: ENJOY.

Could it be that simple? I can't be sure. But if all I have is this one life to live I want to look for ways to enjoy, to see amazement in the simple, to look for extraordinary in the mundane, to discover the rawness of a real and authentic life. To enjoy and devour each day knowing that the slow, ordinary days are what make the years so magnificent and holy. Each day can be an adventure in this slow moving, fact paced life we live - if only I would grab hold of the wonder of it all.